[that-beagle-puppy]

About me and my projects

Name: Puppy

Pronouns: It/They (It preferred but They accepted)

Ao3; That_Beagle_Puppy

Current Projects:

Making a video game

Writing stories

I will also post occasional ramblings or rants

Feel free to send me any messages or asks

The main blog tags I use are under the cut

Puppy speaks - for posts that aren't about projects or rants

Puppy games - for posts about videogames

Puppy codes - for posts about the game I'm making

Puppy writes - for posts about my stories followed by the group of stories

Puppy rambles - for random thoughts or rants that don't fit into the other categories

[melyzard]

As more and more people are being forced to switch to Windows 11, Microsoft's most AI-malware-ridden OS yet, I've been putting together articles and links for how to undo the damage and save your battery, your RAM, your disk space, your privacy, and your sanity from this bullshit.

FIRST:

The easiest way to get rid of the majority of the bullshit that Windows is forcing on us, as of October 2025, is this one-stop-one-click debloat solution from a modern day hero:

GitHub - Raphire/Win11Debloat: A simple, lightweight PowerShell script to remove pre-installed apps, disable telemetry, as well as perform v

A simple, lightweight PowerShell script to remove pre-installed apps, disable telemetry, as well as perform various other changes to customi

It's very easy, even if you're not tech savvy or get scared of pop up windows saying "ARE YOU SURE?" Yes, you are sure, I promise. This program takes maybe two minutes and will save you SO MUCH pain, time, and money (and exploitation).

Now that you've done that, here's the cleanup, to catch the little shit that the debloat might have missed (most of this will already be done by debloat, but hey, it's good to double check).

Sick of AI in your Windows 11 PC? Here's how to get rid of it

Microsoft wants to put AI everywhere on your PC, but you can take back control.

Even just reading about some of these features makes me angry. Fucking Copilot and "Discover" AI scrapers are in Notepad. NOTEPAD. And then there's this uncanny valley garbage:

No uncanny valley video calls for me, thanks! (Also, what else is it doing while it scans your face and listens to your calls? What else, microsoft? Because there was a lot of memory being assigned to this program for a simple "smooths your skin" add on).

Stop Windows 11's most intrusive ads with these 9 easy tweaks

Tired of Microsoft pushing ads throughout Windows 11? Here are the settings you can tweak to turn them off and reclaim some privacy.

The truly insane number of places they have stuck ads on your own home computer is sickening. Become Unmarketable.

Bonus:

Some background programs you probably don't need that are taking up space and how to remove them (Microsoft forums, 2024)

Your Samsung Galaxy Phone comes with 22 apps you don't need (Android Police, 2025)

How to disable the AI in firefox (still the only browser that lets you do this permanently) (Windows Report, 2025)

[that-beagle-puppy]

They know

They know and they're mad and I'm-

I should have told them

They should have heard it from me

Not their lover or a doll who just so happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time

That was rude

I should not speak of her that way

I do not mean it

But this proves my point that I need it

They called me an addict

Not to my face but I heard their words

They're not wrong but I can't stop

This is written into every fiber of my being

If I don't then much worse things will happen

Why don't they see that

That this is doing better

That this is the most I can reduce the harm

They want to speak to me about it tomorrow

I've ruined their night

Caused a fight with their lover

And have angered them

I do not know what they have planned but it can only be comparable to the graveyard

Even that is better than what I deserve

I wish I had not given up my blades and lighters

They are pissed at me already might as well make it recent

They weren't deep enough

More scrapes than anything

Stopped hurting after a couple of hours and are already almost faded

Barely even raised anymore

Hardly even bled

Not worth the trouble, the stress

They're going to be mad if I tell them how often

If I tell them nearly every week

If I tell them what I do that does not leave a physical mark

I don't know if I should

They'll be mad if I don't

More mad than now anyways

I hope I am not the one to wake up, that I can avoid all of this by simply not being there

I hope they cannot see me tonight

I can get away with so much more harm inside my head

And I plan to take full advantage of that

[that-beagle-puppy]

What does it mean to love

Is it time spent together

A want to talk to them and share every moment with them

A need to hear from them every day to ensure they're okay

What does it mean to love

I'm not sure I understand it

Never had butterflies in my stomach so I don't know what that would feel like

Never had someone's touch simply feel right

Never had a hand fit perfectly with mine like two pieces of the same puzzle

What does it mean to love, and how can I know I feel it

I've never held loves hand

Never kissed their skin

Never ran my fingers through their hair

How can I feel something I've never been given

I've never had someone look at me like I was all that mattered in the world

Never had someone intertwine our fingers or kiss my hand

Never had someone who looks at me and just sees me, not a burden, not an accident waiting to happen

Never had someone care for the sake of caring

Never until now, until you

What does it mean to love

People say it makes us human

That to be human is to love and be loved

I'm not sure I am

I've never been loved and don't know if I've ever loved another

Not until now, not until you

I don't know if it's love

Don't know if I am capable of such a human thing after everything that's happened

But if I had to describe love it would be you

Someone kind

Someone who cares

Someone willing to put up with my issues when they make everything harder

Someone who wants me for me

Someone I think about daily

Someone who makes me believe in a better tomorrow

A world where I can let go of the things that created me

A world where I might be worthy of someone like you

What does it mean to love

I don't have the right answer but if you asked

If you asked I would say love is the night, a dark endless sky dotted by drops of light just enough to show you the way but dim enough that you can sit and stare at its beauty

Love is that light, it doesn't erase the darkness but makes it that much brighter, that much prettier

Love makes the night worth it, I've never liked the dark but with you I would sit under the stars all night

[sizzlingsandwichperfection-blog]

hi John, I clicked your profile and it said "ask my anything" and you've always been someone I look up to a lot. I'm feeling very disheartened by the state of the world, do you have any advice for me about keeping hope?

This is hard for me to remember on a minute-by-minute basis, but when I visit insta/threads/twitter/tiktok/googlenews/etc, I am seeing a feed of information that does not reflect a complicated and multivalent reality but instead was created by an algorithm designed to maximize the amount of time that I spend on social media sites.

These algorithms do not give a shit what is true or useful or humane; they want me in bed spending as much time on those feeds as they can possibly get me to spend.

For example, if your information feed fails to remind you that global literacy rates have never been higher, that fewer children are stunted due to malnutrition, and that the rate of child mortality is the lowest it has been in human history ... there is something inadequate about your information feed.

But of course the fact that the world used to suck more doesn't negate the fact that the world still sucks (and in important ways sucks more than it did ten or thirty years ago). Injustice permeates every facet of human-built systems and social orders. This should dishearten us. It should anger us. But the proper response to this anger, imo, is not idle despair but engagement.

Progress happens (and it does happen) when hundreds of millions or billions of people work together to make it happen. We reduced the likelihood of a child dying by 65% over the last 30 years not because it was inevitable or ordinary but because hundreds of millions of people refused to accept so much needless suffering and built more inclusive systems to expand access to healthcare, clean water, and adequate nutrition.

Lastly, hope is not easy! There is nothing simple about the kind of hope that can withstand our current shitstorm. And yet, I believe that humanity is worth the effort to find that hope. I believe that we are worth fighting for. Inevitably, right now feels like the end of the story. My life is a story that begins at birth and ends today, the most recent day I've lived through. But today is not the end of the story. Together, we will change the story, and I believe we can change it for the better. That's why I believe that while hope is not always rewarded, it is always justified.

[that-beagle-puppy]

I've been thinking recently about religion

And where I stand in regards to it

I don't believe in any of the many gods man has come up with

But I do believe there is something else there

Something we can't see

Something we can't prove exists, at least not yet

Something that connects is

To each other

To the world

To something far greater than ourselves

And perhaps that something is the universe itself or is intertwined with it in a way that makes the two nearly indistinguishable

You may call me a fool

Someone who prides themselves on being logical believing in something that logic simply can't explain

But I have experienced and seen far too much to believe that there is nothing out there

Things that I would struggle to believe happened if they hadn't happened to me

I do not remember most of my dreams

There are only a few that stuck with me past the first few moments of consciousness and fewer still that I remember decades later

Dreams predicting new friends and details I would never have been able to know

A redheaded girl from South Carolina, she lived a town over and went to school with me, she had chickens and a dog and lived with her mother, I knew all of their names before I met her the first time, I knew what bus she took and that we would have English together and that she would ask for help in science during lunch before she even knew I existed.

I knew another friend had an older brother and baby sister a year before the sister was born, and I knew she would quit lacrosse to focus on art before her last season even started and that she would leave half way through the year to go to an art academy before the year had started.

I met my fiancee a full week before he met me, I dreamed about seeing him at school and about teaching him dnd, about how the first time we would hang out we would end up at a Taco Bell and he would put the sauce packets on his glasses to pretend they were eyebrows

~

And I have had dreams predicting deaths of people otherwise known to me as healthy

They always start the same, old hands, a worn watch, and a scrap book

I recognize it's a dream immediately but am unable to stop it

The scrap book is opened to a new page, and there sits a picture

Sometimes a house, or a street, or a hospital room

There's always a clock counting the seconds and a person, some I recognize others I don't

The first was a mother of a classmate, I didn't know them, but I knew the baby she was pregnant with would die that night 9:58pm

There was no real confirmation but it's the start of a pattern

The next was a classmate in summer school, I didn't know him, we never even talked before I had the dream, riding his bike home with friends and a truck doesn't stop when he crosses the road 3:15pm, the call was put out to the parents of students an hour later

After that was an upperclassmen, I had wanted to say hi, to get to know them, I never got the chance to before I saw them hanging in their closet 2:26am, the next day the teachers told their classes

After that was my dad, overdose in the room next to mine at 4:48am, when I woke just after five I was too scared to check, by then I had realized these deaths cannot be avoided, my mother found him dead next to her in the morning

This is just pattern recognition

And these are not delusions, I do not believe that I was put here to stop things or chosen to serve as some divine messager

I do not know why or how I dream the things I do and I do not know what it all means

But what I do know is that it can't be explained, it is proof of something existing that we do not yet know about and that whatever it is I cannot write it off as coincidence

[buddie-romance]

thank you ao3 for being an archive and not an algorithm. thank you for letting me like things without consequences, thank you for being free with no ads, thank you for having lawyers to defend our freedom of speech. thank you tag wranglers. thank you to all authors and thank you ao3

[canadiandogt33th]

getarealjobkid

[that-beagle-puppy]

Ao3 Readers

If you were presented with two stories whose only difference is the number of chapters (everything else is the same including completion status and total word count) which would you rather read?

The one with more chapters

The one with less chapters

Voting ended onApr 16

Please answer and reblog to expand the data pool

[that-beagle-puppy]

I wish I was a robot

No feelings, no tears, no wants or needs

A passive observer of my life

I used to be like that most of the time

Spent a decade numb to it all

The cold and heat were the same to me

The light and dark

The empty and full

None of it mattered before

And then I met you

You with your laugh

You with your joy

You with your warmth

And I started feeling

For what felt like the first time in my life things mattered again

The chilly mornings we spent curled up together

The warm afternoons we spent playing games

The first person who has ever truly cared for me

And the first I've cared for in turn

And it grew

Our love brought feelings back to my life

The good and the bad

I found enjoyment in games and company

Processed grief I hadn't felt before

And it grew

As I opened myself up to all the world had to offer I found others I cared for

And that cared for both of us in turn

But now...

Now it seems to wither

The simple joys of life are no longer there

Disagreements and stress seem to chip away at everything good

Everything I grew to love and I wonder

I wonder if it's worth it

If the good times we had were worth all of this bad

If there ever will be good times again

And I don't have an answer

The good times were great, broke down years of cold nights and colder loves

But this hurts more than any cold night could and so I think back

Back to how I survived those cold nights

A quiet numbness

Like a buzzing in my bones

I could not feel the cold or the hurt because I could not feel

But now I do nothing but feel

The cold of an empty bed

The echoes of hands

The dark of a starless sky

And the quiet of being alone in red stained snow

I do not like the cold or the dark

But now

Now I am always alone with it

I can no longer find the warmth of companionship

Or the simple joys of time spent together

It would be easier if I could just turn it all off

If I could become numb again like I was all those years ago

[lilibean16]

Epilepsy warning!!

There is a Converse ad that has a few seconds of quick strobing lights in the middle of it

I have seen it on Netflix and YouTube but it may be on other platforms

If you see an ad for the Converse shoe brand where someone puts soft serve into a high top shoe look away IMMEDIATELY until you hear the ad stop

[allthingsao3-official]

Poll submitted by Anon:

Do you find yourself writing about things you personally experience/feel?

yes, only mental health issues i have

yes, only physical issues i have

yes, only life experiences i have gone through (eg. bigotry)

yes, more than one of the above

yes, all of the above

yes, but something OP forgot to include

no, i dont find this happening with my writing

i don't write anything

show results

Voting ended onMar 15

[that-beagle-puppy]

Yes and no, for me all of my characters and stories have some part of myself in them

Be it mental health issues, their identity, or how they act and look at the world

I also often include things I have gone through in my stories as I started writing to help me cope with everything that was happening

But at the same time those things are rarely the focus of the story and don't solely determine who the characters becomes

I also write a fair amount about things I've not experienced even things I don't believe in myself

[queer-as-city-folk]

Well, I'm incredibly panicked, I just got this as a dm which like, what do they mean my account is queued for deletion????

[ghostbug]

a lot of people have said in the replies this is a scam but i wanted to tell people how this scam works, just in case it ever happens to you or anyone again on another platform so they know what to look out for! (i had someone do this to me on discord a few years ago and initially panicked at first too.)

this scam is also most common on Steam and Discord. and it goes like this:

- you’ll receive a message from someone, sometimes a friend if they’ve already managed to hack someone else’s account but often a stranger.

- they will tell you they’re so sorry, they mixed you up with someone else and reported your account and you’re at risk of being banned.

- “don’t worry though”, they let you know if you work with them, they can help you contact support and clear it up (you shouldn’t worry but also do not trust them because this is the setup). they will then provide you with a link, email, or account to a “support person” - THIS IS THE PHISHING BAIT!! ESPECIALLY IF IT’S A LINK, DO NOT CLICK. only contact support through official emails and links provided by a platform.

- clicking a link will almost definitely steal your login data. if it’s an email address or username, they will usually fish for more info or try to make you more comfortable before sending a link that will collect your login info. REMEMBER, DO NOT CLICK ANY LINKS!

- once they’ve taken your login data and you’re hacked, this is usually intended to be used as financial leverage. they will claim if you pay them, they will give you access back. most likely your account is unfortunately already lost but DO NOT PAY THEM regardless. they will not return it. your best bet is to contact real support and let them know your account has been hacked so they can help you try to recover it.

TLDR: this is always a scam! if someone falsely reports you, in all likelihood no information will be found on your account that will get you deleted. if you’re worried it is real, reach out to support through official channels - DO NOT CLICK LINKS PROVIDED BY THE PERSON CLAIMING TO HAVE REPORTED YOU. if you do click a link, contact actual support ASAP so they can try to help with account recovery, and do not agree to pay the scammer anything to get your account back!

[refuge-in-oblivion]

How do you type? [and there's a question at the end, if you're interested]

Hunt-and-peck, never taught, always looking at the keyboard

Hybrid style, never taught, sometimes looking at the keyboard

Touch typing, taught in school, rarely/never looking at the keyboard

Touch typing, self-taught, rarely/never looking at the keyboard

Touch typing, taught/self-taught, but still looking at the keyboard

Other (voice dictation, thumbs on phone, etc.)

Voting ended onMar 8

Context:

So today I typed ~4,500 words, and now my middle fingers hurt. I was never taught how to touch type (didn’t even know it was a thing when I was younger), so I defaulted to the hunt-and-peck method. Honestly, I feel kinda ashamed that I can’t type “properly.”

I tried learning touch typing online for a couple of days, but gave up—I don’t type often enough to justify the effort, and depression makes it even harder to push myself.

Anyway, I wanted to ask: how do you type?

And a second question: is there anything “normal” that you never learned, and it makes you feel bad sometimes?

[that-beagle-puppy]

They tried to teach me touch typing in school but it never stuck since I'm A) dyslexic (which meant a lot of the program I was failing due to poor spelling) and B) was pulled out of two thirds of those classes for my speech therapy

What helped me actually learn was Minecraft and having more access to computers during school, I hated typing before I learned how to touch type because my depth perception and shaking made me take forever to hit the right button

[biggest-gaudiest-poltergeist]

been having health issues, in a foul mood, I DEMAND YOU TELL ME A STORY whilst i languish in bed like a sickly victorian lord wasting away from consumption (as my stoic but broad-shouldered valet gently wipes the sweat from my trembling brow)

[that-beagle-puppy]

It's not completed but here is the opening bit to one of my wips called "The Humans" (there is more under the break just didn't want to flood the feed)

Humans once tried colonizing the planet they call Mars. A group of them, volunteered to be the first test, if it failed they would die but if they succeeded they would be the first to conquer a new planet.

They did not fail, but humanity failed them, days after they landed the project was abandoned, the group left without a word with no way back and no idea they had been abandoned.

They preformed their duties, sent their reports, started the first human colony and began to explore.

They noticed something was off when no response ever came, the following transports never showed, their rations dwindled but the first harvest came.

With food secured they began to build, modest shelters made from their shuttle, tools made of scrap, but they survived, populated this world in hopes that somewhere down the line rescue would come.

What they didn't know was that it never would, generations passed with nothing, their initial distress message on loop sent to a world that wasn't listening, didn't care. They also did not know that this world was changing them, each generation a step away from the humans that abandoned them.

As we changed so did the stories of our ancestors. Where they once spoke of Earth as this beacon of light we saw it as a looming threat. Our ancestors were not fools, they knew of their past and that if we did not learn we would be doomed to repeat it, they wanted better for us. Do away with war and fighting, do not harvest from the environment what it cannot do without. But still their stories were dreams, a hope to return to the lives they knew the people they left behind. Their dreams became our nightmares, a prayer for them to never return, never take us from the home we loved to a planet of death and decay.

For a while it seemed our prayers were answered, no ships came, no news from our solar neighbours. We found a hidden world of vibrant life, plants and animals unlike any we had seen or heard of. While the sun bakes the surface making it hot and tough to live on under the surface was a sprawling network of caves and chasms glowing and beautiful.

Most of us moved there, I do not know what happened to the ones left behind, our new life was too busy, too extravagant, it did not afford us much time to travel back to the surface, the ones who did only brought back relics of the past, metal monsters that were also abandoned by the Earth dwellers as our ancestors were. A little care and they began to move again watching everything with their glass eyes and wandering around. The addition of these creatures proved useful, Samlish, one of our processors of the ancient tongue was able to communicate with them, have them help with the farming and building, pull away rubble to expose new paths and new things to explore.

Some of course feared these creatures, felt it was dangerous to accept anything of the Earthlings into our home. Others, myself included, foolishly looked to the potential they had, a creature that could work harder than most, did not require food or water, and the noises it made as it worked, beeps and trills, occasionally sounds that Samlish identified as an ancient mating call. I thought they were wonders

[taguroc]

Do you have any OCs that are still a work in progress? What's left to finish their development?

[that-beagle-puppy]

I would say most of my characters are still in development, much like people they never stop growing never stop changing

Every word I write, every question I answer pushes them a little further down their path but there is no true end

To get less weird about it would would say Jax from Stevenson's (if I'm being honest to myself all of those characters) is the least developed, I don't have a clear set look for them, and don't have a solid personality yet either, the story is old but the rewrite is new so I simply not out enough on paper to see what the characters are like now and past me didn't develop them much (past me was 12 as I've not written much until this past year)

[taguroc]

What would an evil version of your OC be like? (or if they are evil, what would a good version of them be like?)

[that-beagle-puppy]

I have this exact premise as an au for my DCV series

Tw; body horror, technical cannibalism, murder, torture

Dart is a beyond human but mostly human passing being, he cannot die or get sick and heals from injury rapidly (bullet holes heal in a couple of days, removed limbs regrow within a month)

What is consistent between the versions of him is that

1) He's covered in scars, anything that bleeds scars

2) If he "dies" too many times he becomes a body horror monster with elongated limbs and an unhinged jaw capable of swallowing entire limbs while (he needs to feed on human flesh, bones, or souls to prevent this, the "good" version digs up corpses from old cemeteries the "evil" version digs up a serial killers dumping ground the serial killer is still around)

3) His back story is fucked up

The back story differs between the version

The "good" Dart had parents who ran him through intense and painful training since he was a child, they formed him into an incredibly powerful fighting machine able to ignore pain and torture, he eventually left them and chose to become a vigilante to help people and keep them from going through pain and loss as much as he can. Despite his well intentioned nature he still knows the power he holds and the true strength he would have if he stopped holding back, but his friends are his humanity they remind him of the good he fights for and the lines he can never cross.

The "evil" Dart was abandoned by his parents when his abilities were discovered but was later found by a man known to him only as "The General" he trained Dart to fight and kill without mercy and he was ruthlessly efficient, however the blood and frequent deaths took its toll on him and he began to refuse to kill without reason, In response The General sought to make more people like him that he could raise a d train to replace him, he was successful in turning three children, one of the three hungry for more killed the other two and attempted a self surgery to implant more of Darts organs into herself, this lead to Darts escape during with The General and most of his staff were killed. Hungry for violence, flesh, and pain Dart came to a city where he drunk, got high, and fought, regularly dying but never staying dead despite his best efforts.